When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

An Xiaoyue was forced to look Fu Shengyang in the eye when she heard him say he had a request.

Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, giving her an "I knew it" look.

Fu Shengyang raised an eyebrow, not annoyed, "If you promise, I'll personally pick you up and drop you off."

"Go ahead and say it." How could she refuse?

Their relationship was essentially a transaction.

Since the final result is the same, why should she waste her time and energy arguing?

"I must answer my calls and messages immediately."

What kind of requirement is this?

"Today is a special day, I forgot my phone in my bag," An Xiaoyue explained.

"no next time."

"know."

An Xiaoyue looked at his face with its superior bone structure.

With Fu Shengyang picking him up and dropping him off, Shang Qi wouldn't have to make two trips.

She never failed to reply to his messages or calls promptly; she always responded immediately whenever she saw them.

What tricks is Fu Shengyang playing?

She had a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that looked innocent and pitiful, making Fu Shengyang's heart itch with desire.

I want to give you a kiss!

He remained rational and released her in time, avoiding any attempt to kiss her in the car that would anger her.

Inside Songtao Garden.

An Jiaren had just finished playing chess with Fu Jinyun, and the two moved to the sofa to sit down.

"Oh dear, the daughter that Lao Leng raised is now passing away beside me. I'm truly enjoying the old man's good fortune," Fu Jinyun sighed.

“Your relationship is as deep as that of brothers, and I am like your daughter. Now that Xiaoyue has married Shengyang, it is only right that I keep you company.”

Fu Jinyun: "You said Xiaoyue went to Zhongkangtang to study, won't your older brother and father have any doubts?"

"No, they're obsessed with medicine and rather dull."

This is why she dared to let Xiaoyue go to Zhongkangtang for an apprenticeship.

As the two were talking, An Xiaoyue returned with her hands in her pockets.

It was cold outside, so she tucked her chin into her wool scarf, with Fu Shengyang following closely behind.

Seeing this, Fu Jinyun chuckled, "Now you know to walk at the back. The first time you brought Xiaoyue back, you took such big steps that the two of you were quite far apart."

He had seen all the changes in his grandson.

A person who is humane, caring, and has a richer facial expression is like a living person.

As soon as An Xiaoyue entered the room, An Jiaren pulled her to sit down next to her.

"How about it?"

She hadn't seen anyone from the Leng family for over twenty years, and she still missed them to some extent.

"They're all good. Academician Leng is very approachable, in good health, and has excellent hearing and eyesight. Professor Fang is gentle and dignified. I haven't met Dean Leng and don't know him."

After An Xiaoyue finished speaking, she carefully observed her mother's expression.

The relief in her mother's eyes was obvious, but it was fleeting.

"What Mom means is, how are you feeling?"

An Xiaoyue deliberately avoided looking at Fu Shengyang's face, "I'm quite happy, I can learn a lot from this experience."

An Jiaren felt relieved and patted her hand, "Yes, as long as you're happy."

Fu Jinyun was happy to know that she liked it.

It's better for Xiaoyue to go out and meet people than to be stuck in Fuyuan for the entire holiday.

He took out the gift he had prepared beforehand and pushed it in front of An Xiaoyue.

"Yesterday Sheng Yang said you were going to Zhongkangtang for an internship, so I prepared some tea, thinking you could take it with you in the morning, but you didn't come for breakfast. Remember to take it to your Grandpa Leng tomorrow, Grandpa Leng is my old brother."

“Okay, Grandpa, I will definitely deliver it to Academician Leng tomorrow.” An Xiaoyue obediently agreed, smiling carefree.

Fu Shengyang looked at her expressionlessly. He was all smiles to everyone else, so why did he start crying when he was around?

"And this, the gold bars that Grandpa had someone buy, a total of 300 grams. You can have them made into gold jewelry to wear. Wearing gold is good for your health. Aunt Cui will find a craftsman for you."

An Xiaoyue readily agreed, "I'll have Aunt Cui arrange it when I'm free this weekend."

Grandpa would much rather see her wearing gold jewelry than say thank you.

Because her grandfather wanted the best for her, accepting and following his wishes was the best way to express her gratitude.

Fu Jinyun grew to like Xiaoyue more and more; she was so generous and kind.

With more time and adjustment, the two can become a loving, supportive, and understanding couple.

As long as the couple has a good relationship, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome.

After dinner, Fu Shengyang was busy in his study, which gave her time to return Zhong Lingxi's call.

"Lingxi, what's wrong?"

Zhong Lingxi was still looking at the documents when she kicked off the chair, causing it to slide off the chair and she stood up.

"I was just worried about you, so I wanted to ask how you were doing."

An Xiaoyue stood at the door of the room and saw that the study light was on and the sound of typing on the keyboard was very regular. Reassured, she went downstairs to the living room to make a phone call.

"It's okay, I went to Zhongkangtang for my internship today, that's why I didn't have time to reply to your messages."

"What happened yesterday..." Zhong Lingxi bit her lip, paused for a few seconds, "was a misunderstanding. Your husband was discussing business with someone, not messing around in a bar."

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue's eyes cleared and brightened; it truly seemed like a business discussion.

"Yes, he mentioned it yesterday."

"Are you really alright, Xiaoyue?" Zhong Lingxi asked doubtfully.

An Xiaoyue's reaction was too calm, which was beyond her expectations.

“Lingxi, there was an agreement between us that we would get married because I was pregnant. These things are not covered by the agreement, so naturally... there’s no need to worry about them.”

A pair of black leather indoor shoes appeared at the second-floor railing, and Fu Shengyang stopped in his tracks upon hearing this.

I thought that if I explained things clearly, she would take a step forward, but instead, I pushed her back to square one.

She was far more timid than he knew.

As night fell, An Xiaoyue lay on her side in bed.

Lingxi said that she was in charge of the work on her own and was directly assigned by Fu Shengyang.

She was self-aware enough not to believe Lingxi's words or think that Fu Shengyang gave Lingxi a chance because of her.

Fu Shengyang is such a rational and decisive person, how could it be because of her?

It must be because Lingxi has good work ability, plus her personality.

"The doctor said you shouldn't sleep in one position all the time," Fu Shengyang's usual voice came from behind.

"Okay, I'll change." She propped herself up on the edge of the bed and sat up.

Before she could even get out of bed to adjust the pregnancy pillow, Fu Shengyang had already set it up for her.

She had no choice but to lie down, forced to lie face to face with Fu Shengyang.

Fu Shengyang stared intently at her, as if trying to see through her flesh to her brain.

An Xiaoyue pretended to be tired and closed her eyes to sleep.

Fu Shengyang's lips curved slightly as his gaze traced the contours of her face.

A full forehead, trembling eyelashes, and unsteady nasal breathing.

Finally, my gaze fell upon her cherry-pink lips...

A soft touch, a unique sweet fragrance, and a captivating whisper.

Everything was tempting him to get closer.

Fu Shengyang placed a kiss on her eyelashes, which trembled slightly, but her eyes remained closed.

His lips curved into a smile as he reached out and smoothed the furrowed brows of her face.

An Xiaoyue pretended to be asleep, using all her strength to stick her eyelids tightly together.

She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would awkwardly meet Fu Shengyang's gaze.

Fu Shengyang's hand gently stroked her forehead, and she unknowingly fell asleep.

On the same night, Yan Yan looked at the rapidly growing number of hundreds of thousands of followers and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

This is the biggest increase in followers she has ever gained since becoming a video blogger, and it also broke through her creative bottleneck.

"If you calculate it that way, my price for one advertisement could rise to 30."

Yan Yan considered her income and found a new direction.

"Oh my god, so the key to traffic is anti-counterfeiting and feminism."

She checked the editing of the new video again, carefully considered the text and keywords, and then clicked to upload the video.